Whispers Of Hope: Unveiling Manipur's Spirit Poem by Mohammad Muzzammil

Amidst the verdant hills, where legends dwell,
There lies Manipur, a land of tales untold,
A tapestry woven with courage and strife,
Where echoes of history and valor unfold.

In valley's embrace, nature's splendid art,
A canvas painted with hues divine,
Where the irises bloom in vibrant grace,
And serenades of rivers forever intertwine.

But alas! A shadow veils this paradise fair,
As violence casts its ominous spell,
A land once serene, now plagued by despair,
Where hearts bleed and tolls the knell.

Oh Manipur! How doth thy soul weep,
In the midst of strife, thy spirit strong,
A land of warriors, fierce and bold,
Yet yearning for peace, where they belong.

Ethnic melodies dance on sorrowed wind,
Amidst the cries, a longing for unity,
To heal the wounds that time has etched,
And forge a future where all can be free.

So let us pen a verse with ink of hope,
That Manipur may find solace and peace,
That violence may cease its ruthless reign,
And this land's beauty may forever increase.

Let brothers and sisters, hand in hand,
Embrace the harmony that once prevailed,
Unite the fragments, heal the divide,
Where love and understanding shall be unveiled.